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I post rants, random story ideas, etc. If you for some reason find this first, go look at my other stuff, if you don't like my other stuff, WHY? WHAT MUST I DO TO PLEASE YOU?
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love is not easy 🌼
hello guys! #this is my first story and English is not my first language so if I have made any mistake then plz forgive me 🙏🏻 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 -𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ..... 𝐀𝐝𝐢- 𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 . 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐲...... 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐚 -𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲.𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 . 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐝- 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 . 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐳
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboardComplete
lifieee.talks
This isn't going to be a story. But just a safe place for all of us to share our problems 💘✨ As I begin posting you all will understand what this is going to be about 😌🐤 But I just wanted to say, anything that's been bothering you, drop it in my messages or in the comments (of any post) 💗😪 and I'll read them and make sure, I help you out as much as I can 🌷🌱 And then your problem will be created into a part of this series (Identities won't be revealed unless you want it to, ofcourse) 🐾🐥 I am just doing this because I know we all face tough times out there 🌊🐳 and I myself am no professional. But I always have loved talking. lol. So, why not put it to a good use and also I really don't give terrible solutions so, I figured this would be the best 💕 and also, guys I know a lot of us are afraid of being vulnerable but it is the most beautiful part of being human 🌈💨 A human has emotions, and they're intelligent enough to speak them ⏳👀 They're surrounded by people like their own and as dark as the world might be, humanity, love, empathy, compassion all of these positive things will never seize to exist 💜✨ So, as we go on adding stories to this series I hope it'll help you all out and it will heal us all in some way or the other 💘🕊 Thank you and right now, I won't be posting anything. So, if you have anything you'd like to share drop it in my inbox and I'll read it as soon as I'm free. - loads of love, xoxo - lifieee.
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Rants, dreams, stuff in real life.... Whatever else I feel like putting on here. When ... is a chapter, it's real life rantish stuff that you read at your own risk. Life's been stressful lately. Marked as complete to prevent deletion.
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